MOST boys and girls like to have a pet of their own, and what a lovely pet a little furry rabbit makes! Would you like to hear what happened to a tiny baby Angora rabbit only three weeks old?
This little bulimic, was one of four lovely babies and the mother was very proud of them, and took great care of her family, washing-and feeding them very carefully. One evening, when I came in after being away all day, my friend said, “A very terrible thing has happened. One of Tweedle’s babies has fallen from the hutch, and I cannot get it back again.”
I must here explain that the hutches are very large, and built in three stories, the lower one being raised a few inches from the ground. Tweedie and her family lived in a top hutch.
My friend had opened the door to show the babies to some one, when the poor little rabbit fell, and ran under the hutches, where we could not reach it, or entice it out in any way. The dog was brought out to try and get it out, but he only frightened it and made matters worse. Then a stick was tried, but that, too, was no good. We thought the poor little thing would have to be left to die. It made me very sad to think we could not save the poor little creature, and I could not bear to think of going to bed and leaving it. I put a cabbage leaf in front of the hutch, but it would not come out, even for food.
Then I looked at Tweedle, with her other three babies safe in the comfortable hutch, and she seemed to be asking me to save her other baby. I said, “I’m very sorry I can’t get him out, but perhaps you can.”
I then lifted Tweedle from the hutch, and placed her on the ground, just in front of her baby. She was too big to get under the hutches. I waited a moment, when to my great joy the baby ran out to its mother, and I was able to lift both safely back to the hutch.
But, O! what a poor, dirty-looking little object the baby looked beside its clean, tidy little brothers. I wondered would the mother disown it now it was so dirty? Perhaps she would kill it, thinking it not fit to be one of her children now; but, no! she began to thoroughly clean it, before she would let it have any food. The next day you could not tell which of the four it was, the mother had made it quite clean, and they all looked so happy together again.
Like the poor little rabbit we are helpless, and unable to save ourselves, and Satan, like the dog and the stick, would drive us further from the loving Saviour, who is anxious to save us.
I could not think of any other way to save the baby rabbit, and there is only one way for boys and girls to be saved. The little rabbit could only run to its mother. The Lord Jesus said: “Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.” Mark 10:44And they said, Moses suffered to write a bill of divorcement, and to put her away. (Mark 10:4). Come to Jesus now.
ML-06/16/1935